So Far...

Interprete: Eminem
Disco: MMLP2

Letra de la canción:

[Intro:]

I own a mansion, but live in a house

A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch

I'm Mr.Brightside, glass is half full

But my tank is half empty, gasket just blew

[Verse 1:]

This always happens, 30 minutes from home

Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's bathroom

In a public stall dropping a football

So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden

''Shady, what up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm crapping

And you're asking me for my got damn autograph on a napkin?

Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of tissue

Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad then

''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big fan''

I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and

Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this crap end?

Can't park my ass without causing an accident

Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking trash

Without someone passing through my sub harassing

I'd count my blessings, but I suck at math

I'd rather wallow then bass suffering from succotash

But the antacid is my stomach gas

I mix my corn with my fucking mash

Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country bumpkin ass

Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is upperclass

Call lunch dinner, call dinner supper

Tupperware in a covered plastic wear up the ass

Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is that?

B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass

[Hook:]

Maybe that's why I feel so strange

Got it all, but I still won't change

Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit

It's the motivation that keeps me going

This is the inspiration I need

I can never turn my back on a city that made me

(Life's been good to me so far)

[Verse 2:]

They call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that

Don't know what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap

Probably be a giant turd-sack

But I blew, never turned back

Turned 40 and still sag

Teenagers act more fucking mature, Jack

Fuck you gonna say to me?

I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm going berzerk

My nerves are bad, but I love the perks my work has

I get to meet famous people, look at her, dag

Her nylons ran, her skirt snag

And I heard she drag-races, *burp* swag

Fucking my Hanes shirt tag

You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work, skag

We'd be the perfect match

Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag

My apologies, no disrespect to technology

But what the heck is all of these buttons?

You expect me to sit here and learn that?

Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song from Luda?

Be an expert at computers?

I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation

I'm still on my first manual from Zelda

Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I melt the

Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on bread

Make a sandwich with welch's and belch

They say this spray butter is bad for my health, but

I think there's more white trash from the trailer

Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality helps to

Keep me grounded, that's why I never take full advantage of wealth, I

Managed to dwell within these parameters

Still cramming the shelves full of hamburger helper

I can't even help it, this is the hand I was dealt to

Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter

With all these pet peeves

God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids with their camera cellphones

I can't go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the

Other day someone got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox

Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings

I think my karma is catching up with me

[Hook]

[Bridge:]

Got friends on facebook, all over the world

Not sure what that means, they tell me it's good

So I'm artist of the decade, I even got a plaque

I'd hang it up, but the frame is all cracked

[Verse 3:]

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me

In produce hunched over, giant nosebleed

Over stop as I mosey over to the frozen aisle

By the frozen yogurt this guy approached me

Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with Hova

Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying groceries

He just had front row seats, told me to sign this poster

Then insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"

I'm at a crossroad lost till shopping at Costco

Sloppy Joe's, buck waffles

Got caught picking my nose, ah

Look over see these two hot hoes

Finger still up in one of my nostrils

Right next to 'em stuck at the light

This fucking shit is taking forever to change

I'm stuck, these bitches are loving it rubbing it in

Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, play it off

''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch

They want me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it

The pressure, they want me to follow up with another one after Recovery

Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?

Cause I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a grip

Hopping on shrubbery on you sons of bitches

Wrong subdivison to fuck with, bitch

Quit snapping fucking pictures of my kids

I love my titty, but you push me to my limit, what a pity

The shit I complain about

It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's raining out

Kool Aid stain on the couch, I'd never get it out

Bitch, I got an elevator in my house

Ants and a mouse, I'm living the dream

[Hook]

MMLP2

La canción So Far... esta incluida en el disco MMLP2 de Eminem. Información y letras del disco.